Wait For Me Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

His heart is lost in the deepness of her emotions that she submerged in her deceitfulness.

He looked for her where the nights brought them together for untold nights of ecstasy.

Under the cherry moon of his thoughts he cried for his island of paradise.

She promised to unlock unthinkable journeys of oasis that only her heart foretold.

Walking the desolate streets of his heart he forbids another to look upon him.

His extraordinary world of love has descended to the dark cave of his mind.

She corrupted his senses with her mural of love that tormented his life.

Her weapon of choice incarcerated him in her insatiable fantasies.

She captured him in her cathedral sounds of passions that ignited his eruptions.

Her price of love cost him his life without a trial of his knowledge.

The remnants of his cries are held in the hollowness of his kisses.

Trying to escape her monuments of curves proved fatal to his soul.

Her presence kindled his fire beyond the veil of his words that she anticipated.

She cremated his mind with her Medusa affairs of mankind.

She said wait for me in the venom of her night visage.

Written by Theodore Mosley

October 19,2018